Thoughts that Haunt in the Night

Perhaps I wake up in the night,
suddenly comprehending something.

Reach out,
scribble on my bedside notebook
my revelation, my newfound understanding,
my dream.

Knowing that morning will render it prosaic
knowing that magic is a night-time thing,

Then remembering when it still was ...

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Written on 2018-05-30 at 21:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes magic is a night-time thing. But so is terror sometimes. I do the same with a notebook by my side. I enjoyed this :)

This has happened to me so many times. The morning only brings regrets and delusions of grandeur. But, like you said in the second last stanza, the magic--one believes--lies in the night, the frenzied scribbling in darkness. Liked this poem immensely. :)


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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The light of day can be too harsh.